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Friday, December 11, 2015

To celebrate the upcoming release of Hold Me Until Forever, I'm holding a giveaway of a signed print copy of the first Grayson Brothers book, Hold Me Until Midnight. Just enter the Rafflecopter contest below to be in with a chance! Contest is open internationally.

Title: Hold Me Until Forever

Author: Christina Phillips

Series
Name: Grayson Brothers #3

Release Date: 4th January 2016

She's the only one he wants...and the
one he can never have…

Ella Clark has been in love with Alex Grayson
forever. She’s tired of being invisible—or worse, being treated like his kid
sister. If she can just get him to drop his iron-fisted control for two
seconds, she’ll prove she knows exactly
how to blow his mind.

Alex has been fighting his attraction to Ella since her
should-have-been-innocent sweet sixteen kiss burned down his world. He's
damaged, and there's no way he'll ever drag her into his screwed up life. Until
she offers him something he's always craved—steamy, no-strings sex inside his
exclusive BDSM club. Where she'll be safe from the darkness that haunts him.

Except there's nothing safe about being with Ella, and the more she gives, the harder it is to let her go. If he stays, he risks everything, but how can he walk away from the only woman he's ever needed?

Monday, September 28, 2015

Today is release day for the second book in my Grayson brothers series, Hold Me Until Morning. This is Cooper's book, the youngest brother, and he's spending the week in a mountain cabin with his best friend's little sister, Paris. Except Paris is all grown up and trying to keep their hands off each other is proving a bigger challenge than either could imagine :-)

Cooper Grayson is supposed to hole up in a
mountain cabin and protect his best friend’s little sister from the
paparazzi for a week. That’s it. But Paris O’Connell isn’t a kid
anymore, and it’s hard to remember this is strictly business when she bats her big green eyes at him…then crashes through all his carefully placed boundaries.

Paris loves a challenge. And gorgeous
Cooper Grayson is the most dangerous challenge she’s faced yet. He
ignores the sizzling attraction that keeps her awake at nights, and he
doesn’t care about her fame or her contacts, only seeing her. When they finally kiss, Cooper leaves her bare. Exposed. His for the taking. And take he does…

For one incredibly hot week, Cooper
fulfils her every fantasy. But when the real world crashes in, so does
reality. And reality tells them there’s no way a Hollywood star and a
bad boy from the wrong side of town could ever have a future together…

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Here is the Rafflecopter for the End of Summer 100th Blog Anniversary Bash.

Because it was put up so late, it runs through September 30th 11:59
Pacific time. We’ve increased the total number of prizes by adding in a$65 Amazon Gift Card and 10 $5 Amazon Gift Cards.

Winners of the Grand Prize and others will be listed on the Facebook
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5, 2015.

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Saturday, September 26, 2015

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday's End of Summer Anniversary Bash! Even though here in Australia we're in the middle of spring :-)

So much sexy goodness going on this weekend with heaps of giveaways and fun! Don't forget to visit our Facebook party to join in the fun, and be in with a chance to win the Grand Prize of a Kindle Fire HD :-)

I'm sharing seven sexy paragraphs of my dark Regency romance, Bloodlust Denied. The vampire hero Alexius has just found Morana again, three years after their sizzling encounter in a London back street, and he's determined to exact revenge :-)

If he ever discovered
exactly what she was, he’d go insane. Vampires didn’t exist in polite society,
and their immortal slayers were unheard of. Or perhaps he would merely think she
was insane and attempt to have her locked away in an asylum. Either way,
she had no intention of allowing him to unearth such devastating information.

“And do you always get
your way?” She challenged him with a haughty glance.

“Always.” The dance
concluded, yet he did not relinquish her hand nor acknowledge the musicians.
His entire focus appeared centered upon her.

“I fear this time you
face disappointment.”

He pulled her toward him
in a most ungentlemanly manner. Desire quivered along her skin and spiraled
around her sensitive nipples causing them to ache with need. She stared up into
his eyes and tried to convince herself all she wanted from him was another
mindless fuck in a darkened corner.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Hop on over and join the My Sexy Saturday 100th Blog Anniversary Bash on Facebook, where over 30 authors will be partying over the weekend :-) There's heaps of giveaways and when it's my turn to post I'll be giving a tantalizing glimpse of Alex Grayson's story, Hold Me Until Forever, due out in January 2016 :-)

In the meantime here's a sneak peek of Hold Me Until Morning, which releases on Monday! Squee!!

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Welcome to this week's My Sexy Saturday where the theme is My Sexy Boyfriend :-)

Today I'm sharing seven paragraphs of my sexy Regency paranormal romance, Bloodlust Denied. This is the scene in a ball, where the heroine Morana meets the hero, Alexius, for the first time after she ran from him three years ago.

“May I present His
Grace, the Duke of Havenshire.”

He bowed, and a shiver
raced along her spine as she recalled the last time he had bowed to her just
seconds after she’d demanded his soul. She forced a curtsey, her knees stiff,
thighs shaking and finally risked glancing up at him.

Vibrant green eyes
mocked her in a face so starkly beautiful her breath escaped in a shocked gasp.
The flickering lantern in the alley had revealed his strong jaw, his high
cheekbones and sensual lips, but had concealed the extent of his charismatic
allure that enfolded her like a living entity.

But his eyes. She stared into them,
mesmerized. In the dark alley, it had been impossible to discern their color
and yet she knew these eyes. They were as familiar to her as her own but that
was impossible. Madness.

He was speaking. She
struggled to clear her mind, to compose her senses. She resisted the urge to
press her hand against her face, just to check that her cheeks weren’t really
as hot as they felt.

“May I have the honor of this dance, Miss
Craven?” The quirk of his mouth was the only indication he found such formality
amusing. She flicked the tip of her tongue over her lips and didn’t miss the
way his eyes followed the movement.

Tired of the thin-blooded aristocrats in
1815 London, Alexius yearns for better sport. He is drawn to a
dark-haired seductress who shows no fear and refuses to obey his
commands. Entranced by such novelty, he denies his bloodlust and decides
to keep her to warm his bed.

Immortal vampire hunter Morana has never
mistaken her prey before, but the dark stranger mesmerizes her,
enticing her to forget everything but the dangerous pleasure she finds
in his arms.

Neither one can deny the pull of the
other, but there is something beyond the lust—a recognition neither can
put a name to. The past and present collide and unless they discover the
truth behind the lies, Death will triumph once more.

This book was previously published in 2013.

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Blurb:When she’s good, she’s very good. But when he’s bad, she’s better.Taming the Beast, Book 2

As a good fairy, Heather is empathetic and chaste to a fault. No bad language, no dirty thoughts, flirting and no sex. But when a satyr named Daemon steps up to her reception desk at From Crud to Stud, she finds herself on the fast track to exquisite corruption.
Daemon is the total bad-boy package with a kiss straight from the dark side. Though he’s here for a supernatural makeover, Heather can’t imagine why any red-blooded woman would want him to change.
A disciple of the god of wine, Daemon has had his share of good times. But sex has never been this good. Heather brings out a new side of him, a side that makes him want to protect as well as pillage.
But Daemon needs a little creative backup to help set his fairy’s naughtiness free. And that means bringing in Mistress Jin. Under the genie’s tutelage and Daemon’s shameless lust, Heather is about to learn what it means to let loose.

Warning: Not your typical bedtime story. May lead to indecent behavior, a taste for voyeurism, discipline, bondage, m/f, m/f/f and f/f action, which will result in screaming orgasms. Proceed with caution.

Excerpt:

Heather steeled herself to do battle with Satan. Cautiously, she faced her webcam and his image on her computer monitor. This evening, he’d assumed the form of a European playboy, a snifter of cognac held casually in one hand, dark hair slicked back, his blood-red ascot contrasting nicely with his white shirt and navy blazer.
He certainly knew how to dress.
“Cara mia.” Heat smoldered in his voice and dark eyes. “What can I do to you?”
“For me,” she corrected gently, wondering when he’d ever get that right.
Grinning, he focused on her white peasant blouse and jutted nipples, her areolas tightened from the chilly weather, not him. Tonight was damp and cool thanks to a spring storm that continued to rage in the French Quarter. Lightning flashed and the office lights flickered.
Flames flared briefly in his pupils. “We’ll do many things to each other, no?”
Heather smiled politely, a knee-jerk reaction for a good fairy. Needing to get tough, she held up his overdue bill, hoping he’d look at it rather than her chest. Her hand shook so badly the paper rattled.
“How you tremble,” he cooed. “How pale you are. Allow me to put some color in your lovely cheeks. Heat that will last an eternity.”
Her skin got even clammier. “Please, just pay your account.” She waved the paper and talked fast before losing her nerve. “Your grandson failed to show for his last two appointments. I’m sure he had a good reason. Unfortunately, he didn’t call to cancel.” She offered an apologetic smile and pressed on. “Because you’re the cardholder, we had to charge you for the time. I’m so sorry, but it is the rule.”
One she was honor-bound to enforce as an employee of From Crud to Stud, a makeover service for supernatural beings. Howls from weres, hisses from vampires and obscenities from demons poured from the treatment rooms. Those poor souls were going through proverbial hell to suppress their beasts. They longed to date mortal women without freaking them out, while also winning their hearts the normal way. With real charm, not magic, with integrity and love, not lies and manipulation.
But these makeovers took the staff’s valuable time and clients needed to pay for the effort. Even Satan should understand that.
He gave her an indulgent smile. “What charges?”
Gasping, she dropped the flaming paper in her trashcan before it burnt her fingers.
“Later,” he said and killed the call.
Hurriedly, Heather put out the small blaze, chiding herself for letting the account get to this point. She should have been firm with Satan’s grandson when he signed up for the service. Determined to make up for being too nice, she brought up her bank account to pay the charges herself. She was about to transfer the funds when the lights flickered twice, thunder boomed and the front door flew open, banging against the wall.
She flinched.
A blast of dank air and rain blew inside, followed by a guy who looked to be thirty or so. He wore a black cowboy hat, snug navy tee, low-slung jeans and cowboy boots.
Once he shoved the door shut, he slumped against it, breathing hard.
Heather stood so quickly her chair rolled into the wall.
He didn’t notice. He’d closed his eyes and raised his face to the ceiling, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing with his hard swallow.
Alarmed yet intrigued, she regarded the short, dark hairs on his throat and took the rest of him in. His rain-dampened hair was the color of dark chocolate, thick and wavy, flowing to his broad shoulders. They heaved with his next ragged breath. Tall, possibly six-three, he was lean yet muscular. His wet tee clung to his well-defined pecs and abs, those bruising biceps. Stubble covered his strong jaw, upper lip and cheeks. His bronze skin spoke of days in the sun.
Even from where she stood, Heather smelled his scent. Clean and masculine, a woodsy, fresh fragrance along with something else…the unmistakable odor of liquor.
Uh-oh. It wasn’t often that mortals, drunk or otherwise, happened upon this place. When they did, Heather had ironclad rules to follow. First, buzz Constance, a voodoo priestess who could remove memories by laying her hands on someone’s head. Following that, Heather was supposed to buzz Becca, a half-mortal witch who owned this place.
Heather leaned over her desk to press the intercom button.
The guy turned to her, blinked slowly and stared.
Her hand stalled.
His eyes were amazing, the color of Lipton tea, ringed by long, sooty lashes, his attention riveted as he drank her in. Given his slow, sexy smile, Heather suspected he was undressing her with his eyes.
She swallowed and was about to press the button when he groaned suddenly and mournfully, the sound of someone in serious pain.

Heather paused and decided not to call for anyone just yet. “Are you all right?”

I’m an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Kensington, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, Luminosity, Decadent, and indie. Yay! Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised my work, and trust me, I’m forever grateful for that. I’ve had my books reach finals in the EPIC competition, one title was named Book of the Year at a review site, and others have won awards in RWA-sponsored contests. I’m actually featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Talk about feeling like a freaking star. Before my writing career, I was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. Outside of being an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, I’ve flown a single-engine plane (scary stuff), rewired an old house using an electricity for dummies book, and have been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally whenever I’m eating anything Mexican or Italian. Yeah, I like to eat (burp).
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Saturday, September 12, 2015

Welcome to this week's My Sexy Saturday where the theme is My Sexy Girlfriend :-)

I'm sharing seven paragraphs of my upcoming release, Hold Me Until Morning, and in this snippet the hero, Connor, has just left the bathroom and all but collided into the heroine, Paris. They've already had one hot encounter in the forest and both know it was a huge mistake...except being bad feels so damn good... :-)

She’s the one girl he should never touch…

“What?” Plumbing? What the hell?

“Runs hot and cold.” She took a deep breath and he zeroed in on her
breasts. Not that he could see much, but what he could see looked great. He
swallowed and dragged his attention back to her face. Her lips were parted and
her cheeks were pink.

His dick stood to attention and he grabbed his towel before the damn
thing dropped to the floor. She’s my best
friend’s little sister. He was supposed to be keeping her safe, not
thinking of how she looked when she came.

He tried to focus on their conversation if you could call it that.
“Yeah. Fucking awful.” Truth was he’d hardly noticed since he’d had a cold
shower in any case. Not that it worked.
He still damn well wanted her.

Cooper Grayson is supposed to hole up in a
mountain cabin and protect his best friend’s little sister from the
paparazzi for a week. That’s it. But Paris O’Connell isn’t a kid
anymore, and it’s hard to remember this is strictly business when she bats her big green eyes at him…then crashes through all his carefully placed boundaries.

Paris loves a challenge. And gorgeous
Cooper Grayson is the most dangerous challenge she’s faced yet. He
ignores the sizzling attraction that keeps her awake at nights, and he
doesn’t care about her fame or her contacts, only seeing her. When they finally kiss, Cooper leaves her bare. Exposed. His for the taking. And take he does…

For one incredibly hot week, Cooper
fulfils her every fantasy. But when the real world crashes in, so does
reality. And reality tells them there’s no way a Hollywood star and a
bad boy from the wrong side of town could ever have a future together…

Saturday, September 05, 2015

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday, where it's all about the sexy whispers! Today I'm sharing seven paragraphs from Hold Me Until Morning, the second Grayson Brothers book which will hit the shelves on 28th September. This is Cooper's story where he falls under the spell of his best friend's little sister, Paris.

He slid his hand beneath her shirt. Her knees gave up the fight and
buckled. Luckily her fingers didn’t have any intention of releasing their death
grip on his shoulders. She swallowed a groan as he explored her naked back. He
leaned in close and nipped the sensitive flesh beneath her ear.

“Paris.”

With a frustrated moan she dragged his shirt from his jeans. His
flesh was warm and tautly muscled. She closed her eyes behind her shades,
relieved he couldn’t see just how much he affected her.

Cooper Grayson is supposed to hole up in a
mountain cabin and protect his best friend's little sister from the paparazzi
for a week. That’s it. But Paris O'Connell isn’t a kid anymore, and it's hard
to remember this is strictly business when she bats her big green eyes
at him…then crashes through all his carefully placed boundaries.

Paris loves a challenge. And gorgeous Cooper Grayson is the most
dangerous challenge she’s faced yet. He ignores the sizzling attraction that
keeps her awake at nights, and he doesn’t care about her fame or her contacts,
only seeing her. When they finally
kiss, Cooper leaves her bare. Exposed. His for the taking. And take he does…

For one incredibly hot week, Cooper fulfils her every fantasy. But when
the real world crashes in, so does reality. And reality tells them there’s no
way a Hollywood star and a bad boy from the wrong side of town could ever have
a future together…

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Passion. Seduction. Pleasure. These are the qualities of any courtesan worth her salt. As owner of The Starling Club, London’s most notorious house of ill-repute, Madame Philomena McGrattan has seen it all, heard it all, done it all. There is little that surprises her anymore, and even less that excites her. So when she is presented a chance at an irresistible seduction, she can’t help but rise to the challenge.

A Dangerous Game

Studiousness. Practicality. Discipline. Such are the attributes of a good scholar, and such are the principles Lord Spencer Hornsby has built his life around. Alone in the Welsh countryside, with only his wolfhounds for company, Spencer has thrown himself into his work. There is little time for the pleasures of society, not even to think of the joys of the fairer sex. But when an unexpected guest arrives at his isolated hunting lodge, Spencer cannot help but be baffled by the presence of this dangerously beautiful woman. And when he discovers the reason for her arrival, and the pleasures she promises, he cannot help but find himself irresistibly intrigued . . .

EXCERPT: Phil
did have a fondness for reading Gothic novels. In fact, she’d brought a copy of
Elizabeth Gaskell’s The Doom of the Griffiths with her. Never dreamed she would
find herself in a Gothic setting, but here she stood, smack in the middle of
one.

The
hallways were dark and narrow, which made traversing difficult. Everything smelled
of damp and decay. The lighting in the place consisted of a strange combination
of candelabras and oil lamps, which showed how new mixed with old. With each
step she took, the floor groaned and squeaked in response. At the end of the
long hallway, a light flickered from under the door. The sound of barking dogs startled
her; she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Justinian,
Theodora, quiet!”

Phil
stopped dead in her tracks at the deep, commanding voice. The animals immediately
silenced. Who wouldn’t at such a tone? It must have been the professor. Taking
a deep breath, she stepped to the door and knocked. No response. She tried
again.

Nothing.

To
hell with it. She turned the handle and crossed the threshold. What struck her all
at once was the coziness. A fire blazed in a large stone hearth on the left
side of the room. Before it laid two large, gray dogs the size of ponies. Good
God. The hounds of hell. They eyed her with indifference, but a keen intelligence
shone in their gazes, which they kept firmly on her. What were the beasts,
wolfhounds? Enough speculation on the dogs. Phil swung her gaze to the large,
ornate desk at the front of the room and the man sitting behind it.

The
professor sat hunched over, his pen scratching furiously. He was a great hairy man
with nary an inch of skin showing through. From the light of the lamp on his
desk, it appeared his long wavy locks contained a curious mix of gold and brown
as they hung forward like a curtain. He did not look up.

Phil
scanned the room. Bookcases stuffed with ancient tomes filled every wall. On
either side of the desk were two tables, the surface covered with books, maps,
scrolls, and a thin layer of dust. No doubt the man himself would smell as
musty as this room with dust and cobwebs collecting on his shoulders.

“You
may leave the tray, Mrs. Brickell.”

Phil
gave herself a moment to let the sultry and deep rumbling tone of his voice seep
into her being. The sound lingered and made her weak in the knees. Quite a
surprise, since most men didn’t garner any response from her at all. His voice,
though cultured and refined, held the dangerous purr of a large predatory cat.
Oh enough, Phil.

Suddenly,
he stopped writing, flipped through a stack of papers, stroked his beard, glanced
at the nearby bookcase, and muttered a quiet “oh.” He rose from his chair, and the
loud creak that accompanied his movement meant the source to be either the
banker’s chair or the professor. Revulsion moved through her upon seeing him
lurch toward the bookcase to retrieve a stack of yellowed and stained parchment,
keeping the same bent posture he had while sitting. Bloody hell, was the man a
cripple? Another important fact those idiotic bastards neglected to mention.
She shook the shocking revelation from her mind. The professor then moved
swiftly back to his chair and sat all the while keeping the same crooked
stance. Another disturbing creak could be heard, and she exhaled as she realized
the sound came from the oak chair. The poor man was a hunchback. Well, no matter.
She was paid to do a job regardless of the customer’s appearance.

“If you are referring to that drunk, putrid,
old woman lurking about your filthy kitchen, I regret to inform you she’s done
a runner.”

The
professor laid his pen on the desk and slowly lifted his head, cocked his thick
eyebrows, and gazed at her. “Indeed?”

Good
God, she was correct, a great hairy beast. His unruly hair stuck out in all directions,
as if it hadn’t been combed in many days. He stared at her with great owl eyes.
His spectacles were huge, taking up one half of his face while the other half
was covered in a bushy beard of all shades of color. Wouldn’t be surprised to
find a swallow making a nest in it. The attraction that occurred at hearing his
voice dissipated like a morning fog.

This
man resembled one of the filthy beggars frequenting the streets of London. A
duke’s son? Impossible.

Karyn lives in a small town in the western corner of Ontario, Canada. She whiles away her spare time writing and reading romance while drinking copious amounts of Earl Grey tea. Tortured heroes are a must. A multi-published author with a few bestsellers under her belt, Karyn loves to write in different genres and time periods, though historicals and contemporaries are her favorite.

As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness paradise she assumes everything is golden. Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement keeps her moving forward.

Thursday, September 03, 2015

I love reading about bad boys from the wrong side of town, and when the three Grayson brothers strolled into my life over a year ago, I knew I had to find out more about them. Who were these tough, sexy guys who loved women but didn't have a clue when it came to commitment or relationships?

One blood-soaked night twelve years ago, Alex, Jackson and Cooper's lives were turned upside down. Since then each brother has carried his own guilt from what happened, and it's affected every aspect of their lives.

Hold Me Until Midnight is the middle brother's story. Jackson is an ex-street fighter, who now works in his brothers' bodyguard and security business. He's opened a dojo for the neighborhood kids, to keep them off the streets, and is fighting to keep it from being demolished when he meets beautiful socialite, Scarlett.

He knows she's out of his league, and when the shit hits the fan he's sure it's because a guy like him can never truly throw off the dark shadows of his past. But Scarlett doesn't give up so easily, and Jackson discovers that sometimes even bad boys are given a second chance at love.

Every good girl loves a very bad boy…

Scarlett
Ashford needs a date for her father’s wedding. Only she doesn’t just
need a guy in a suit—she needs a bodyguard. The only problem is that
Jackson Grayson is big and gorgeous and way too sexy. So much so that
Scarlett’s tempted to let this hot bad boy ruin her oh-so-good
reputation…

Jackson doesn’t do relationships and he certainly doesn’t sleep with
clients. Yet he can’t fight their inconvenient attraction, or how badly
he wants Scarlett’s warm and wicked curves against his body. He wants
her. Now. Even if it’s just for one night, and even if walking away the
next morning isn’t as easy as he thought.

Besides, one hot and incredibly intense night between a bad boy and a
pampered princess could never turn into something real…could it?

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

I'm so excited to share the sexy cover of Hold Me Until Morning :-) This is Cooper's book, the youngest Grayson brother, and Paris O'Connell, a Hollywood soap star - who just so happens to be the little sister of Cooper's best friend.

They grew up together as kids, but haven't seen each other in ten years. And when they meet again, the sparks fly!

Cooper Grayson is supposed to hole up in a
mountain cabin and protect his best friend's little sister from the paparazzi
for a week. That’s it. But Paris O'Connell isn’t a kid anymore, and it's hard
to remember this is strictly business when she bats her big green eyes
at him…then crashes through all his carefully placed boundaries.

Paris loves a challenge. And gorgeous Cooper Grayson is the most
dangerous challenge she’s faced yet. He ignores the sizzling attraction that
keeps her awake at nights, and he doesn’t care about her fame or her contacts,
only seeing her. When they finally
kiss, Cooper leaves her bare. Exposed. His for the taking. And take he does…

For one incredibly hot week, Cooper fulfils her every fantasy. But when
the real world crashes in, so does reality. And reality tells them there’s no
way a Hollywood star and a bad boy from the wrong side of town could ever have
a future together…

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